Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return

Chapter 1336: Chapter 1336: It’s Time to Settle This (Extra Chapter)

Pei Qiuyi’s lips curled into a bitter smile. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold on. He was even afraid that when the magic artifact’s enhancement gradually weakened and his strength slowly returned to its original state, he might be dragged down by the opponent and, if not careful, die under Tang Bufan’s sword.

...

Among everyone, perhaps only Zirong was at ease, relying on those Devil Eyes that could see through countless changes and the vile yet exceedingly treacherous ”Demon Sword Heart Kill,” he completely dominated the scene.

His ghost-like, ever-changing figure flitted among Lu Zhenhuan’s countless Sword Lights, thrusting his longsword from nearly impossible angles each time, directly targeting the opponent’s vital spots below.

Lu Zhenhuan no longer displayed the earlier confidence, cold sweat streaming down his face, his legs clamping together from time to time, his posture appearing extremely awkward.

He was scared, everyone could see it, Lu Zhenhuan was scared. It wasn’t surprising; as long as you’re a man, facing Zirong’s vulgar, unpredictable swordsmanship, you would be fearful. Let alone Lu Zhenhuan, every time Zirong’s longsword was thrust, even the elder audiences found themselves involuntarily clamping their legs, as if a chill wind swept through.

Lu Zhenhuan didn’t dare let Zirong get close, pouring all his strength into repeatedly executing the ”Thousand Mechanism Sword Transformation,” laying down a massive sword net in front of him.

A sword technique originally invincible in attack had entirely turned into a defensive sword technique at this moment, making even him feel constrained.

It was obvious that this sword technique greatly drained his Qi; his sword robe was already drenched in cold sweat, even the hand clasping the sword move trembled slightly.

Zirong’s complexion also didn’t look well, revealing a kind of sickly pallor. Though the Thousand Mechanism Sword Transformation indeed took a heavy toll on the opponent, his Devil Eyes and Demon Sword Heart Kill were also significantly taxing. At this moment, he was not far from being spent.

Although up to now neither of them bore any injuries, not even a strand of hair was cut, everyone could see that their battle was exceedingly perilous.

If Zirong exhausted his Qi first or lost concentration slightly, he would die amidst that multitude of sword shadows, potentially without a full corpse, slashed into bloody pieces by the opponent. If Lu Zhenhuan couldn’t hold up either, he surely couldn’t ensure his life either. Perhaps his death wouldn’t be as tragic, but certainly more pathetic, since every thrust of Zirong’s sword aimed at less than honorable parts.

For a man, dying on the battlefield or in a fair duel isn’t truly tragic; if shattered into pieces, it could be said to be a worthy death. But if killed by Zirong’s sword techniques, indeed as a ghost one would still feel ashamed.

Watching every sword strike hover on the brink of life and death between these two, everyone’s heart was in their throat.

...

Sword energy crisscrossed, and with an earth-shattering bang, Mu Hanyan was forced back by Jing Jianjue’s sword strike, retreating all the way to the edge of the Competition Platform before barely steadying her steps, a trickle of blood slowly flowing from her lips, dyeing her pristine sword robe red.

”Mu Hanyan, still unwilling to use your strongest sword strike?” After sustained aggressive assaults, Qin Jianjue finally wounded Mu Hanyan’s internal meridians, regaining some of his confidence as he spoke coldly.

”It’s time for a conclusion.” Mu Hanyan looked at Huayue and the others fighting desperately at the brink of life and death, took a deep breath, and said.

Huayue and the others had clearly given their all, unable to hold on much longer; there could be no further delay. Moreover, she herself was close to the limit.

”Then let us settle this with one sword.” Jing Jianjue had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

”Star Fall, Eight Desolates!” Mu Hanyan slowly raised her longsword.

This was her strongest strike, and also her last strike. If she failed, she would become a martyr, she had no other choice.

”Heavenly Kill, Absolute Sword!” Seeing the resoluteness in Mu Hanyan’s eyes, Jing Jianjue’s expression grew more serious than ever, also raising his longsword.

”Swish!” Two beams of Sword Light slashed out simultaneously, as if the heavens and earth would be shattered under their Sword Light.

In Jing Jianjue’s eyes, fierce flames burned, his battle intent reaching its peak.

The power of the temple’s magic artifact was also pushed to its limits, fully augmenting him.

This was the final sword strike. He had absolute confidence that this strike would certainly kill Mu Hanyan on the spot, so there was no need to worry about Qin Ba and the others anymore.

A cruel, menacing grin appeared on Jing Jianjue’s face, as if he had already seen the scene of Mu Hanyan dying tragically under his sword, heard the tumultuous cheers from the audience, and saw his father’s triumphant smile.

Kill Mu Hanyan, gain the Heavenly Destiny Star Plate, and after enhancing his strength, join forces with his father, leaving no one in the Zue Family able to stop their ambition. The Wu Family would surely seize Shangyue’s throne, and in the future, he would sit beneath that Dragon Chair, overlooking the masses.

Just then, Mu Hanyan’s figure suddenly vanished.

Shadow Shifting! Jing Jianjue was no stranger to Mu Hanyan’s life-saving skill; on the day Mu Hanyan defeated Lv Junran, Wu Tianxiong put aside his contempt for her and began sending people to gather her information.

Unlike Huayue and the others who were unknown, Mu Hanyan was also quite famous in Anyun Country. Although the An Yun and Shang Yue countries had severed diplomatic relations, there were still merchants traversing the two countries through West Qin or Beiqi; it was not difficult to inquire about her news.

Thus, Jing Jianjue had some understanding of Mu Hanyan, knowing how powerful her Shadow Shifting was.

Jing Jianjue sneered coldly; this move might be effective against others, but using it against him was underestimating him. Others might not know, but he knew clearly that the moment Mu Hanyan finished her Shadow Shifting and reappeared, was actually her weakest moment.

At this moment, he had fully augmented himself with the power of the temple’s magic artifact, his combat power already far surpassing Mu Hanyan’s; did she still dare to use Shadow Shifting, wasn’t that courting death? Others might miss the fleeting opportunity, but how could he?

Jing Jianjue focused intensely, slightly adjusting his Sword Force, prepared to respond to Mu Hanyan’s sudden strike.

”Idiot!” Just then, Mu Hanyan’s scornful cold laugh suddenly reached his ears.

Jing Jianjue was slightly taken aback, as if realizing something, a strong sense of unease surged through his heart once more.

As the words just fell, Mu Hanyan reappeared in his sight, but not as he expected beside him, rather retreating backward, and the so-called final sword of Star Fall Eight Desolates had long since been withdrawn.

Clearly, Mu Hanyan had no intention of deciding the outcome with one sword strike.